The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

October 14 The compass lies in my palm, its needle trembling like a fly caught in amber. It points nowhere. It points everywhere. This is the fourth day the instrument has failed, though the rest of the outpost remains stubbornly, aggressively normal. The coffee is hot. The paperwork is dry. My fever is a low, dull ache behind the eyes, a weight I have learned to carry like a heavy coat. I am...

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